why does it feel like I've done physical activity??? curious...
Okay, during the last bunch of posts I guess I have completely undermined the fact that on Thursday I had an amazing rockin' time with some fellows which I may be repeating from that last post which did not make this event sound as exciting as it really was, so here's my super-excited-despit-the-fact-that-it's-delayed entry about my awesome time on Thursday with the cool kids.
So even though I woke up early, it was really (retrospectively) nice to be outside so early, when it's all sunny and not humid. Also, I had taken a shower that morning, yes folk, in the morning. Aren't you proud? Anyway, It was also nice to have taken a shower, despite the fact that my hair didn't have enough time to dry before I left the house and it froze on my way to the bus stop (along with my snot..eeeeeew). I got over it, my hair started thawing on the bus ride to Lebanon, but froze again while I waited for my transfer into Hanover, and a nice old lady complimented my jacket.
And then I realized that she, along with all the other old ladies standing at the bus stop in Lebanon (because apparently all the hip babushkas ride the happy bus in the mornings), was significantly shorter than me. And it dawned on me that one day I too may be old, and I too could shrink and become significantly shorter than a random 15 year old girl that I could meet at a bus stop (though very unlikely for it to be in Lebanon). And I pondered this on my ride over to Hanover, and I decided that even if I did shrink, I probably wouldn't get grey hairs until I was really really old. But then I checked my face in the mirror, just to make sure it wasn't gross and tired enough to frighten the other passengers, when I saw a strange glimmer in my hair. Now it turns out it's only on one strand, and it's actually just very light, so I inspect it to wipe off the make-up or whatever was on my hair when suddenly I realized that the hair was stark white! Completely blanche! And then I decided that it was really cool, and not old-ladysome at all, and that it would be very cool to have a mass of pure curly white hair against my face, it would be so mod.
So I get off the bus and start walking down to the Miramonti's, where I am bound in order to meet a sleepy Yanni and some other cool chaps as well (namely the Miramontis, and Hillary who's not on my super-cool list but is tolerable in a way that I don't think 'well...she's tolerable' but more of a like 'i can accept that' sort of way) and I pass CVS and think, it was completely unnecessary to take the bus when I could have just convinced Ian and Kate to spend the night, and gotten a ride in in the morning. I had half a mind to go visit Ian at work, but as we all know only 10% of the brain's functions are known, and that half a mind came from somewhere else, and I decided that until I knew where that thought was coming from I would just ignore it. Boycott the other 90% of the brain, and it'll just have to tell you what it does at some point. Anyway, the rest of the walk down the Miramonti's was pretty uneventful and really cold, and by the time I got there I was half a popsicle, the orange kind, because that's my favorite.
Um, the rs=est of this will [have to be really short since the non-exca ting part was really long and my body and keyboard ar being molested by a big grey ki tten.
BLAH BLAH BLAH Tucker is a cool kid, I had to run aroiund a mall hidi g prezzies from, ppl and squished in the back of a car, and pretty ear peircing and lots of bouncing about and squeeing.
The end, off to cuddle with a kitten
--Faye
So even though I woke up early, it was really (retrospectively) nice to be outside so early, when it's all sunny and not humid. Also, I had taken a shower that morning, yes folk, in the morning. Aren't you proud? Anyway, It was also nice to have taken a shower, despite the fact that my hair didn't have enough time to dry before I left the house and it froze on my way to the bus stop (along with my snot..eeeeeew). I got over it, my hair started thawing on the bus ride to Lebanon, but froze again while I waited for my transfer into Hanover, and a nice old lady complimented my jacket.
And then I realized that she, along with all the other old ladies standing at the bus stop in Lebanon (because apparently all the hip babushkas ride the happy bus in the mornings), was significantly shorter than me. And it dawned on me that one day I too may be old, and I too could shrink and become significantly shorter than a random 15 year old girl that I could meet at a bus stop (though very unlikely for it to be in Lebanon). And I pondered this on my ride over to Hanover, and I decided that even if I did shrink, I probably wouldn't get grey hairs until I was really really old. But then I checked my face in the mirror, just to make sure it wasn't gross and tired enough to frighten the other passengers, when I saw a strange glimmer in my hair. Now it turns out it's only on one strand, and it's actually just very light, so I inspect it to wipe off the make-up or whatever was on my hair when suddenly I realized that the hair was stark white! Completely blanche! And then I decided that it was really cool, and not old-ladysome at all, and that it would be very cool to have a mass of pure curly white hair against my face, it would be so mod.
So I get off the bus and start walking down to the Miramonti's, where I am bound in order to meet a sleepy Yanni and some other cool chaps as well (namely the Miramontis, and Hillary who's not on my super-cool list but is tolerable in a way that I don't think 'well...she's tolerable' but more of a like 'i can accept that' sort of way) and I pass CVS and think, it was completely unnecessary to take the bus when I could have just convinced Ian and Kate to spend the night, and gotten a ride in in the morning. I had half a mind to go visit Ian at work, but as we all know only 10% of the brain's functions are known, and that half a mind came from somewhere else, and I decided that until I knew where that thought was coming from I would just ignore it. Boycott the other 90% of the brain, and it'll just have to tell you what it does at some point. Anyway, the rest of the walk down the Miramonti's was pretty uneventful and really cold, and by the time I got there I was half a popsicle, the orange kind, because that's my favorite.
Um, the rs=est of this will [have to be really short since the non-exca ting part was really long and my body and keyboard ar being molested by a big grey ki tten.
BLAH BLAH BLAH Tucker is a cool kid, I had to run aroiund a mall hidi g prezzies from, ppl and squished in the back of a car, and pretty ear peircing and lots of bouncing about and squeeing.
The end, off to cuddle with a kitten
--Faye